Orgasm University (6 page)

The bathroom was small but lovely. As soon as she locked the
door her eyes filled with tears, but she dashed them away, refusing to look in
the mirror at herself as she pulled her clothes on.

All of a sudden, she didn’t want to see what she looked
like. Slight strap marks crisscrossed her flesh. They were probably on her
throat and across her forehead too. But she didn’t want to look at herself. Seeing
part of who she was, and part of who she loved being for him. It scared her.

She was ready quickly, and left the bathroom holding the
folded blanket over her arm.

He was waiting for her and had removed his doctor coat
again, but the easygoing guy she’d had dinner with not that long ago was gone.

Things didn’t have to be awkward so she asked a question to
fill the silence as they left the MRI room. “How is the MRI still able to see
what it needs to with the restraints in the tube, not to mention the uhh…other
machine. Doesn’t the metal negatively affect the scan?”

“It’s all plastic actually.” He turned off lights as they
went, creating a romantic feel to her departure. “Everything was custom-made so
it wouldn’t be picked up by the imager.”

“You thought of everything didn’t you?” She thought she felt
him looking at her, but he was watching straight ahead when she stole a glance
his way.

“Almost.”

As he walked her out, he shocked her by saying, “You aren’t
broken. Nor frigid or anything of the sort. You’re submissive.”

She stopped in the middle of the darkened hall to stare at
him, cocking an eyebrow, trying to find something to say to that. “No, I’m not.
I’m pushy, like getting my way. I’m sure as hell not one to let people walk all
over me.”

“I didn’t say you were a doormat. I said you were
submissive, there’s a big difference. I’d already suspected it from your
initial answers and how you responded that first day.”

She couldn’t argue anything he said, but didn’t know how to
reconcile what he said with what she grew up thinking.

“So, all of it was an act? You being pushy, demanding,
telling me I had to ask to… Everything you said and did was just part of the
experiment?”

“I didn’t say that.”

He didn’t continue, didn’t explain further, and she didn’t
know what to say.

“I’ll have all of the test results back and compiled within
a week. I’ll have the receptionist call to set up your last appointment.”

“My last appointment, but…really? That will be it. We’ll be
through.”

“Your time in the study will be over. I’m almost positive
what the results will show and we’ll go over them before you’re dismissed.”

He walked her to the front door, unlocking it for her and
holding it open. Just like he had when she’d arrived. But now he acted rushed
and casual.

“Do you need me to walk you to your car across campus?”

She wasn’t in any shape to drive, she’d just go back to her
office and sleep on her couch. Thank the lucky stars it was late, and minimal
people would see her pseudo walk of shame. And she was ecstatic for the bathroom
attached to her office and the extra change of clothes she always kept there
for emergencies. She’d never had to use them before. “I’ll be fine.”

“Thanks for your time tonight, Jane. See you next week.”

The need for anonymity was clear, but that didn’t stop her
from grinding her teeth at the repeated use of her fake name. He probably
called every girl in the study that. She really was normally a pretty good
judge of a situation, but with him she was completely in over her head.

With nothing more than a head nod she cleared the threshold,
and he locked the door behind her.

Her body couldn’t decide if it needed a nap, a good cry, a
fit of giggles or maybe a 10K run. It kept waffling back and forth between
those extremes. By the time she got to her office and unlocked the door, any
remaining ability for her to stay vertical disappeared.

She didn’t even bother switching on the light. She locked
her door, set her things down on her desk, took off her shoes for the last time
and crawled on the couch into as tiny a ball she could scrunch herself into.

Sleep didn’t wait long to claim her. It dragged her under as
she stupidly wished she had more time with Dr. Hottie, and under very different
circumstances.

Their last time together.

Tremors ran up her spine, revealing how nervous she was to
see him.

It had been a week since her MRI, and his bomb-dropping
revelation that she was a submissive.

She’d wanted to blow him off, and his odd theory, but of
course she couldn’t do that. All week, every free minute, she’d researched
online for information.

Most of the images she’d found were porn, porn and more
porn. It was sexy but wasn’t very helpful. The blogs were insightful but really
only answered her questions enough to create more. Her mind was awash with the
unknown and fear of it.

Each night since they’d been apart she’d masturbated. Trying
to reach the same plateau Dr. Hottie seemed to get her to easily.

If it wasn’t repeatable by herself she couldn’t fathom
leading some other guy in the right direction to unearth it.

She removed her clothes, knowing he’d want her naked as soon
as he came inside the room. More than that, she didn’t want anything between
her and what he wanted to do. If this was the last time, she wanted all the
pleasure she could hold. If this was the last time she’d ever orgasm…

She shook her head, trying to clear the pessimism.

She locked her things inside the cubby hole in the cabinet
and rose. The door swung open, and there he stood, filling the room with much
more than just his presence.

He took in her state of undress and smiled. It was all
teeth.

“Well, Ms. Smith. Eager to get started?”

“No…well, yes but…”

The eyebrow went up and stayed there.

“Yes Sir.”

His approving smirk warmed her insides even though she tried
not to care. “Trust is a hard commodity in your world, isn’t it?”

“Yes, apparently so.”

“On the table, Jane. On your back. I’ve got a few last
things I’d like to test before I dismiss you from the program. You’ll notice
the chair’s been modified per my instructions.”

Victoria hadn’t noticed it, too busy in her mental
gymnastics to even take in her surroundings.

She stepped up on the single riser at the bottom of the
table and turned around between two specialized metal stirrups. The full metal
braces chilled her as she brushed them with her backside. She lied and told
herself it had nothing to do with the snap of the gloves he put on beside her.

He helped lay her back, lifting her legs one at a time into
the matching braces.

The metal hugged her legs all the way to the soles of her
feet. She shivered from the temperature difference of the stirrups and his
gloved hands. He tugged her hips closer to him until her ass perched on the
edge of the table.

Instead of sitting on the stool and getting started with
whatever he had planned, he went to the cabinet, retrieving several ACE
bandages.

Starting on her right thigh, he wrapped her leg clear down
to her toes, then repeated it on her other leg with an additional bandage.

Medical bondage.

She’d read about it over her last few days of researching
BDSM and submission. Her clit pulsed in time with her heart as he wrapped her
tightly. When he finished with both legs he turned a small dial attached to the
braces. They widened several notches, making her suck in a breath. Everything
he did made her aware of exactly the predicament he had her in, sucking her
farther into the need to come.

“Right now blood is rushing to the walls of your vagina,
clitoris and the surrounding tissue, including your anus. Endorphins are
flooding your bloodstream, keeping you hyper-focused on the here and now.” He
stepped beside her, exposing additional braces hidden inside the table. They
were narrow, shaped like her arm, and they latched into some kind of groove
with a click. He lifted one of her arms, placing it on the bar, which sat at a
ninety-degree angle to the rest of her.

He produced another ACE bandage from the pocket on his coat,
wrapping her from her biceps down to her fingers.

“Your vaginal walls secrete tiny beads of lubricating
moisture that coalesce into larger beads. That silky liquid is what tells me
I’m on the right track. Your heart rate increases…” He moved to her other arm,
trailing the tips of his vinyl-covered fingers along her shoulder, her clavicle
and up her neck. He pressed slightly on her carotid artery, bringing her
attention to her pulse, which beat heavily beneath his touch.

“If I’m doing something right, your nipples become erect.”
He palmed both of them and she moaned when he pinched them each in turn. Then
he swung out a secondary bar on her other side, binding her only free limb to
it. Each wrap of the stretchy elastic around her arm covered more and more skin
until her fingers disappeared.

“What are you doing?” she whispered, not wanting to break
the spell he’d cast over her body.

“Binding you so you can’t go anywhere.”

But she didn’t want to go anywhere, she wouldn’t leave even
if he offered the chance to walk away. ”But why?”

“Because you like it.”

She stared at him. He was wrong. She didn’t like it. She
loved it.

Her preconceived notions of BDSM were so skewed. She’d
always pictured submission about serving a master. Catering to the dominant.
She was submitting to him, but he was doing everything to make her feel good.
She’d never even been able to touch him, and that upset her more than she
wanted to admit.

He exposed every hidden part of her when he tied any piece
of her. She’d never been so horny in all her life, knowing she couldn’t get
away. The intensity scared as well as excited her.

“Do you know how many nerves you have in your pelvis?” He
squeezed the hard nubbin between her legs once before walking away. A moan was
as much answer as she could muster. “Thousands in your clitoris alone. That’s a
lot of pleasure to be had.”

He lubed up his fingers, spreading it from her clit to her
anus, which both flared to life as he paid them special attention.

Fighting to remain calm, she stared at him, licking her
lips, trying to remember not to get attached to him. To the feelings he gave
her. Her breathing stuttered in her chest when he held up a strange-looking
speculum.

It was lubed in no time and without any explanation at all,
he slid it into her pussy, opening her wide.

“There’s no difference in that than at my regular gyno
appointments. Why all the pomp and circumstance to get me ready for it?”

“Really? No difference at all?” He flipped a switch below
the table and a small electrical current jolted inside her sex, humming along
her nerves, transmitting pure pleasure up her spine.

She closed her eyes, lost in the amazing sensation.

“It’s a Tens-Spec. Transcutaneous electrical nerve
stimulation. It also measures the contractions of your vaginal walls, thus
measuring the strength and duration of your orgasm. Rather different than the
ones you’ve had at your yearly visit, wouldn’t you say?”

Her mouth opened, completely speechless. She rolled her
tongue against her teeth, desperately wanting to give him pleasure in return.

The squeak of noisy wheels got her attention as he wheeled
over what looked like an IV stand, but instead of bags of liquid there were
domed suction cups attached to the bottom of a pair of tubes.

He placed one over each nipple and turned on the machine
attached to the stand. A rhythmic alternating suction stole anything left of
her mind still functioning.

If she closed her eyes she could imagine two men sucking on
her tits one after another. It was moist inside the cups and it truly
replicated a wet mouth.

He rolled a short table between her legs and sat down on a
stool behind it. He held up a small dildo that he coated with lubrication. The
sight of his hands on the toy nearly undid her. It had a tapered tip, flared in
the middle, collapsed back in much smaller and then terminated into some kind
of base that had wires protruding from it as well.

He added more lube to his fingers and before she could get
her brain to fire anything useful out of her mouth he’d buried one deliciously
slick digit deep inside her ass.

She expected it to hurt, waited for it even, but it never
came. A sigh filled the space around them and he chuckled. “The pelvic nerve in
females transmits from the vagina, cervix and rectum. It’s what makes anal sex
pleasurable to both sexes.” He slipped his finger in and out, spreading lube.
Added a second finger, coaxing her muscles to relax.

“Tell me you want me to put the plug in. I want to hear you
ask for it.”

“I’m—ah…not certain I want the plug in. That’s a heck of a
lot bigger than I’ve had so far.” He held up his two fingers next to the plug,
and no wonder he thought she could take the plug. It wasn’t much bigger than
his fingers. “What long fingers you have, Doctor.”

“The better to tempt you with, my dear.” Instead of burying
his fingers in her rear again, he teased the opening, slipping no more than a
single tip inside.

It took every ounce of strength she had to ask him, “Will
you please put the plug inside me, Sir? I’d like it in my ass.”

“With pleasure.” The tip of the plug touched her anus,
separating her tight muscles as he forced it inside. She gasped when he got to
the flared middle, expecting him to withdraw it and give her time to adjust.
Instead, firm pressure increased until he forced her muscles apart, sliding the
plug into place. The flat base was the only thing keeping her body from sucking
it completely inside.

A tiny snap kick-started vibration inside her ass.

“Fuck…” slipped out, followed quickly by a quiet whimper. It
hurt so good.

“Good girl, and don’t forget your tiny little clit. We
surely don’t want her left out.” He grabbed another tube she hadn’t seen before
attached to the same pump her breasts were being manipulated by.

The tube had a small cup on the end about the size of a dime
and about as deep.

He opened her labia, exposing her clit. The tiny suction cup
sucked her clit much like a lover would with his mouth.

“Did you know when you orgasm, researchers have discovered
the areas of the brain involving emotion and fear are completely switched off?
It’s why pain can feel so perfect.”

Her orgasm threatened to detonate with one more suction of
her clit inside the tiny tube. “Can I come, Sir? Please, can I come?”

“It better be hard.”

He suctioned her nubbin again. One more time, dragging it
away from her body then flicked it with his finger. That was all it took.

She sucked in a breath, holding it to keep from screaming
loud enough for the entire floor to hear. She tossed her head back and forth,
coming so hard she saw stars. Her back arched with the strength of the orgasm.
She remained on the table due to the bandages alone. It was perfect.

“You’re so fucking pretty when you come. I want another one.
One more, just for me.” He whispered the last sentence. She didn’t know if she
was supposed to hear, but it fed her soul.

She was good enough for him. With him she was whole.

He left the suction on her clit, turning it to pulse,
sucking on her every few seconds. He removed the speculum and she whimpered,
losing some of her climactic momentum.

He stared at her and before he could say anything she
admitted, “I trust you.”

His eyes flashed a brighter green than she’d ever seen from
him. He tucked two fingers in her pussy shoving them in deep. “You’re so damn
silky. You’re perfect.”

And she believed him. She didn’t second-guess what he said,
what he wanted from her, because even if she offered him…anything…he’d refuse.

He grabbed the lube, adding more to his fingers, coating
almost his entire hand.

“Like the plug in your ass, huh? And you thought you
wouldn’t like anal.”

“It’s nice,” she said with a serene smile.

“Nice? We can do better than that.”

He filled her with three fingers, stretching her pussy to
make room for him. The plug vibration changed as he pushed against it. Steady
driving strokes of his hand fucked her. She thought she knew what full was
until he added a fourth finger. Her eyes flew open, as did her jaw and she
moaned when she saw the look of sheer possession on Dr. Hottie’s face.

“Oh God. Can I come? I need it, please, please, I—”

“Come, Victoria. Come for me.” He swiped his thumb across
her clit, dislodging the suction cup. She arched off the table again as much as
her bonds would let her.

Ecstasy wasn’t something she knew before that moment. Bliss
was only a word in the dictionary. But no longer were they just words to be
wished for.

She knew them.

They filled her pussy and ass, multiplying with every pump
of his fist, every swipe of his thumb, every twist of his thick digits deep
inside her core.

Her moan burst forth, filling the room with a staccato groan
of pleasure.

She forgot to breathe. No other thought could survive
through the blanket of satisfaction covering her from head to curled toes.

He played her body like a fine-tuned instrument. No one else
knew how to make her sing. Her hips moved on their own, her strength long ago
depleted.

Deliberately, his fingers slowed, her hum of happiness
followed each shallow thrust until they slipped free.

Everything was nearly perfect in that moment. If he was
naked and inside her, then it would be complete. She opened her mouth, peeking
at him, but his jaw was set, his nostrils flared. He looked intense.

Her heart ratcheted up to another level. With everything
they’d done, he never looked like that before.

He removed all of the bandages and equipment from her body.
He cleaned her up. She was so out of it, she could have sworn it felt like he
licked her, but her eyelids were too heavy to check. He picked her up and
carried her to the chair in the corner. He sat, holding her in his lap.